In a life of distractions She takes her excursions From the heights of her heroes, The depths of her saviors To renounce their generosities Through unexplored measures As she takes and spreads beside me In this bed of death and pleasure The sight of the doorway Lures all it's contenders Whose who have washed here, Those who have rendered Their thorns and their visions- Scavengers, defectors What does she envision As she lays beside me In this bed of death and pleasure The feel for the moment Shoos off all pretensions For that which has realized It's source and intentions That which will deprive her Of songs that ascend us Of how I should long her, How I once saw her As she lay beside me In this bed of death and pleasure As she lays beside me In this bed of death and pleasure A life of resourcefulness Selfishly endured For the stripes of honor Our bandages Yet visions of you Become holy and few As we take and spread ourselves In this bed of death and pleasure In this bed In this bed of death of pleasure